How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,

My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind

My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body

With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:

To change the world enough you must cease to be afraid of the poor. We experience your fear as the lea… humiliations; in the past

If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor

Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how

When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.

I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through